"Lame Zhang, Scholar Yu, this guy is a cultivator from our Han Yuan City. Is it really proper for you people from the Yusheng Dynasty to interfere?"
The middle-aged Daoist scoffed.
The scholar-looking middle-aged man gently closed his fan and chuckled, "We're all here for the money, talking about decency. Miao Lian, are you out of your mind?"
"You!" Miao Lian was visibly upset.
"What about me? We wandering cultivators, rootless and carefree, accustomed to no rules; if you feel my words are unpleasant, we can just have a contest afterwards. But for now… if this guy dares to gamble like this and can safely retrieve money from the black market, he must have a notable background. Why not join forces to seize it, and discuss how to split it afterwards? Even if it comes to blows, no one will interfere."
Scholar Yu waved his hand.
"I agree!"
The burly man and the old man with green whiskers beside Miao Lian nodded simultaneously.
"Good!" Miao Lian also nodded.